See Chapter 1 for all warnings.
To Save Them All
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Daydreaming in Math class, I doodle little pictures of cartoon wolves with cute captions and then rub them out with magic, no need to leave any impressions that could be used against my Pack.
"Mr Stilinski," the teacher snaps at me and then points to the board, I really wasn't paying attention too busy thinking about Peter and cream and mini massage sessions, "If you could solve this one please?"
The complete bastard has put a College level problem on the board, one of those ones they give to the bright geniuses, luckily I've had Lydia teach me, very impatiently I might add, so this is a breeze and a doddle.
Sauntering up the board I pretend to think and then start working it out, I'm in high school so I deliberately stop about half way through and turn to him, "Sorry I don't know the end bit yet, is that okay so far?"
He's gaping at me and nods, "Er, yes, that's fine, please take your seat."
Lydia's glaring at me suspiciously so I give her as vapid a look as I can, it earns me an extra big glare and a glance from Jackson who starts to act territorial over her. Idiot, I'm not interested in Lydia, not that way.
By the end of the day I'm eager to go home and get my hands on Peter again, he's spent the last five days letting me rub cream on his back and I've been on my best behaviour, much to his amusement but he's also smelling better when I touch him, he's relaxing into my hands, he's also looking forward to our sessions and is hinting that maybe we can step up our physical intimacy a notch.
He's also jerking off in the shower every single day, and he says my name when he climaxes. Derek is now fighting to get in the shower before either of us and has an offended expression his face if he has to go in afterwards.
This afternoon is my turn at grocery shopping, so the disgruntled agent assigned to me stomps around the shop with me and pushes the cart looking like he'd rather be anywhere else than here. I even make him carry the groceries into the house for me.
Peter and Derek were going to another doctor's appointment to see if the cream was doing anything and to talk about the surgery to lessen Peter's scars for him. Or really to talk about the surgery Peter will fake having.
There's a voice message beeping for my attention but I ignore it as I put the food away and get something out for dinner, dad said he wouldn't be late tonight and I'm looking forward to a family dinner. I'm relenting on dad's diet a bit because he's been such a good boy, and there are alternatives he can have that are healthy and more meaty while a lot less tofu, because he hates that. He's going to be stoked over the bison I was able to get, okay so it ate into our budget but he'll still like it.
When everything's ready to go in the oven or on the stove I get around to tapping the button for the voice mail, really you'd think that the telephone sales people would give up, with the four of us in the house they've gotten quite the earful, dad's polite but blunt, Peter winds them up and ties them up in little logic knots, Derek just grunts at them and then slams the phone down, and I use my lack of age as an excuse to tell them to push off.
The familiar beep of the message loading comes on followed by, "Mr Hale, this is the receptionist at Dr North's. We did hold your one o'clock appointment but since you didn't show you'll have to reschedule, please can you call us at your earliest convenience."
That's weird, Peter was optimistic about this appointment, and he wanted more cream because it's working. Derek's also very prompt about appointments, he tends to hurry you out the door so you can arrive early, or lurk nearby to do a flashy entrance.
Hitting the speed dial on my cell phone I call Peter and it goes straight to voice mail, so does Derek's.
It's probably nothing, but I phone dad and get his office, the dispatcher tries to reach him on his radio, he had a short stop before coming home, and he's not answering. I try explaining about Peter and Derek too, she tries to placate me but promises to send a Deputy to be on the safe side.
There have been too many times in the past when things have gone crazy and we shrugged thinking everything was okay. To be sure I call my friends and one by one I cycle through them only getting their voice mails, every single one of them.
Dad has a saying about steps and how quickly things move to a pattern, but all of my friends not answering isn't a pattern, it's a deliberate something, something that I'm worried about.
Hurrying I change into my armour and pull my normal clothes on over the top, then I call Chris Argent. He'll want to know his daughter is no longer picking up her phone, only his phone goes to voice mail too.
There is now officially something big going on.
Phoning dad's work again I let them know that I can no longer get hold of anyone, that they are all going to voice mail, and in the background I can hear they're starting to panic too. The woman doesn't tell me about dad only gives soothing platitudes but I overhear two people talking about how the cruiser was found abandoned with no sign of dad. I thank the woman and hang up on her and then I let my wolf snarl and growl for a minute because someone has touched our family, our Pack, they've taken what's ours and we're going to get them back or else.
Grasping the plastic medallion I made I concentrate on Peter and Derek, on a general direction, on how they are, and then I let my spark loose.
I sense sadness, grief, ashes. I feel tired, lethargic and my senses are dulled down and muted. There's a flash of movement and I think I see Isaac and Scott. A sharp shock runs through me and someone is screaming 'Howl', even as I'm screaming 'NO!'.
Shaking my head I blink and I know where they are, Peter and Derek are being held near the old Hale house. Someone has used wolfsbane on them and is using electricity to try to get them to howl.
I'm fairly certain that someone is Gerard or Kate, or both.
Both of them are very good Hunters for a reason so I take my phone and turn the GPS on it off, and then I wrap it in another spell, one to hide its location, so even if they hack the system it will show as being here in this house.
Then I scan the surroundings and head out of the backdoor, I need an ally to help me and all I can think of right now is Deaton, he'll want to protect Scott, he needs a true Alpha, one that rises because of who he is not the power he can steal or take.
Running fast I add a humming spell to make people look the other way as I pass and I reach the vets only to slam into all the mountain ash he has built into the building. I let myself in the front and then try to get his attention, it's best if I don't sneak in the back, he's more likely to listen if I'm polite.
"Stiles," and Alan is his usual calm annoying self.
"Alan. Someone's taken my Pack members, all of them, even the humans. I've sensed where Peter and Derek are, but all I get are impressions of someone hurting them and trying to get them to howl," part of me wants to leap over the barrier and shake him while I scream, the other part continues to outline the problem.
"That's a very serious problem you have there Stiles," and the bastard is not giving away a fucking thing. I've no idea if he'll help me or not, or if he'll simply dispense really cryptic ideas and then leave me to flounder.
My phone rings, its Scott's ring tone, I pretend I don't know that Scott's missing, "Hey Scott, buddy, I tried to get hold of you earlier, you wanna do a Halo match later?" Alan opens the barrier up and walks closer to me, I let him lean in to listen to the conversation.
"Oh I'm sorry," and yep that's Gerard, "Young Scott is a bit tied up at the moment, he can't come to the phone right now. But if you come to the remains of the Hale den you could ask him yourself in person."
"Who are you?" I ask acting the teenager, "I'm phoning my dad, he's the Sheriff here so this had better be a prank," I threaten because I really want to know where my dad is right now.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about your dad, he's here too, as are all of your Pack and your little friends Stiles, so get your Alpha wolf behind here like a good little boy and I'll let them all go," and then Gerard adds, "I'll send you a nice little video of them in a few minutes, it might spur you on, you have an hour to get here, and don't think of going to the cops or I'll kill your dad." He then hangs up as I start growling under my breath.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
